Today, I woke up late. I didn’t have my homework for clinical done and then couldn’t get ahold of anyone to pick me up, so I walked to school and arrived before clinical started but much later than I like to. Then, my patient pooped all over the place even though he was on a commode. Then, my other patient needed an enema and that process — convincing, doing, cleaning — took about 2 hours, and I then had to change my scrubs after that mess. Then, they didn’t have fries in the lunch line and only had crappy food to eat so I settled. Then, I never heard from the boy. Then, I thought I lost my keys and couldn’t get anyone to take me back to the hospital to look for them. Then, I ordered a lot of food, got called fat by the delivery guy, and procrastinated in front of Hulu for four hours and did no homework, again. Then, I never heard from the boy (still). Then, I cleaned the kitty litter. Then, I did laundry and cleaned my kitchen. Then, my school BFF called and was sad…

…and I couldn’t commiserate.

See, I’ve been in a good mood. I’ve been a good mood for weeks.

And, then, I realized that the pendulum swung and I’m … happy. I’m surrounded by people I love, and who may actually love me; by people I trust, and who may actually trust me. And I just had to tell you. Everything is fabulous. Everything is glorious. Everything is beautiful.

Oh, and never trust a drag queen when she tells you she’s retiring. 🙂 We all know better.

I’ve pondered the decision quite a bit — even got myself a fancy-schmancy new layout to make it better — but I decided that I knew the project was over when I began the new site. When I originally proposed the idea, I had a lot of people say no and make great suggestions for improvements, and I thank you all for your time and your suggestions. My heart just is not into it like it was six months ago, and I would rather provide a succinct end rather than slowly die out.

I read First Wives Club today — that is, in less than 24 hours … all 500 pages of it. It’s given me some new ideas. I’m tossing some ideas around, separate from queercincinnati.com.

I’ll keep you updated on my new twitter name (well, twitter rename) — http://www.twitter.com/BFlooreandAfter — but I’m not setting deadlines. It will come when it does. For those of us who live their lives in the public eye … well … you know it won’t be long before something new strikes my fancy :-).

I love you all, I thank you all for your involvement and for your readership, you do not know what joy this blog has brought me, or what it has brought me through. I just know that I’m glad you were all here; I’m thankful for the friends I’ve met; I’m looking forward to seeing you all in the real world.

Get it beaten out of you. Apparently, a hate crime/vicious attack was all it took for Dwan Prince to become straight. Don’t forget step 2 — that is, write a letter to your beater who is waiting on a decrease in sentence trial with these (perhaps) inadvertently humorous lines at the end:

Steve you changed me! So hopefully when you get out we can hang out. You know me. I know you. I help you calm that angry machine down. And allow you to know I am not gay but a lover, and you can find me a female I can love and can love me.

See, if I said that to a straight guy, I’d just be trying to either: a) get revenge, or b) get laid. But, you know, I’m a spiteful whore.

Maybe that’s not the point here.

For the conversion therapist of the world: please note that this is not an acceptable form of “therapy.”

At some point, we may have to say that the ongoing, lifelong brigade of punishments for sex offenders border on cruel and unusual. Gov. Pat Quinn of Illinois signed into a law a bill, taking effect January 1st, denying registered sex offenders access to social networking sites. “The idea was, if the predator is supposed to be a registered sex offender, they should keep their Internet distance as well as their physical distance,” said Sen. Bill Brady, a Republican from Bloomington planning a run for Governor. “The object is to protect innocent individuals on the Internet from sex offenders.”

I know that sex offenses are particularly vile, and I am aware that the rate of recidivism is exceptionally high for this time of criticism, but consider the lifelong branding that includes restrictions on where you can live and alerting neighbors to your place of residence.

The research suggests men are far less choosy about the attractiveness of a potential one-night stand. For women to be tempted into considering casual sex, the guy better be a hottie.

These results, based not on real-life encounters but rather on interviews, match with past research showing that men lower their standards when it comes to one-night stands. And it turns out, from the new study, women raise their standards…

Participants were asked to imagine being approached by a member of the opposite sex, described as either “slightly unattractive,” “moderately attractive,” or “exceptionally attractive,” who asked the student to go out, go to their apartment, or go to bed. Students rated on a scale from 0 (definitely not) to 100 (definitely yes) how likely they would be to accept each request.

Regardless of the opposite sex’s attractiveness, men were more likely than women to accept all three offers. For instance, in response to the sex request, men indicated an average likelihood of 46, a whopping figure compared with women’s average rating of just 4.

Raise your hand if you’re surprised.

First question: are men socialized towards an easier sexuality, or is part of our evolutionary biology?

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